Luis: The Story Of Depression And Struggle

Chapter 1

     Luis Sharp is not the average boy. He is 11 years old with black messy hair, dark red eyes and light skin. He always wore black, as it was his favorite color besides blue, and enjoyed reading when he had the chance. His family was struggling with money nowadays but the public library donated books to him for free so he could have some of his own. He read stories from many authors, and his family was supportive about his reading time. He is also an only child, but he didn't let it hold him back from his normal life.

     He goes to school like all the other kids his age, and he had a small group of friends that he hung out with. They have been friends for all their lives, remembering back to their first day at kindergarten together. Even though he didn't have many nice things like most kids, he loves what he has now and what he has earned over the years.

But one day that changed for him.

     One day, a new kid moved to school and his name was Aaron. He was tall and extremely muscular for a 14 year old who has been held back twice. He was fueled by fear, and he was always moving from school to school for injuring students or even forcing them to commit suicide. No one knew why he does this, some say it's for his satisfaction and self benefit. Others say that it hides a dark secret of his that he never told. After Aaron's first day, he became friends with some of the other known bullies, like Jack and Austin, at school and convinced him to help him destroy the reputations of the students there. His first victim at his new school was Luis.

     Every day since he decided that Luis was his target, he had made his life miserable. From calling his names, forcing him to eat dirt and even making him drink used toilet water. Luis couldn't fight back because he knew it would only make things worse. He hated being bullied but he didn't want to tell anyone because he was sure they wouldn't help him. What made Luis snap after a year of torture was more then physical or mental pain.

     They grabbed him in the hall and dragged him to the school office. They forced him to tell the whole school on the principal's intercom after the principal left the room and told lies about him and then slamming his face onto the desk multiple times right after. He cried and tried to tell them to stop, but all he choked on his own tears during the whole time. They soon left the room before he came back and the blame fell onto him and his broken body. He was tired of all of this, and he knew he had enough.

     He was crying in his room after coming back home from that awful day, holding a knife for comfort. It was a small and razor sharp double-edged hunting knife, the size of his hand. He would always hold that knife before he fell asleep, hugging it like it was a stuffed animal to him.

"Luis. You know you can here me, stop ignoring and listen to what I have to say."

     The voices in his head told him the same things every day since he was first humiliated. He couldn't take the pain anymore, he wanted it to end and make the voices leave him for good.

"You know what you must do Luis...kill the next people you'll see and it will all be over for you."

     For once after a year of pain, he listened to the voice and stopped crying. He wanted it to be over, and he no longer cared who he killed in order for to stop. He knew what he had to do.

     His eyes were a brighter red than before as he sat up and walked over to the door with dried tears on his face. He placed his hand on the called handle, with the knife in his other hand ready to attack. He heard two voices from the other side, and as he opened it quickly, he saw his parents with terror lighting up from their eyes. His mother spoke softly, "L-Luis? What are you doing?" He didn't answer back, keeping the knife up. "Luis, please tell us what's wrong. We're really worried about you." His father was also terrified by knife he was holding.

     Before she or his father could say another word, he quickly stabbed the both of them in the neck, slicing their throats open as they started to bleed out. He didn't even look at them in the eye as they were slowly dying. They both collapsed onto the floor, twitching rapidly until they took their last breath glancing at Luis in sadness. He didn't understand how he was able to move like that, but he didn't care as long as this would help him. None of it mattered to him now that he's done it.

"Now drag the bodies to the living room and place the books you have around them to make it more special. Got that?"

     He didn't say anything. Not a single tear or feeling or guilt spread inside. He suddenly felt proud that he got the hatred out, even though it was on his own parents. In order to keep anyone from finding out, Luis dragged their bodies to the living room and started to place the books donated to him in a circle around them.

"Good, now we must burn the evidence before the police can find out about it."

     Luis held a mechanical lighter that was on the kitchen counter from yesterday.

     Nothing came over him, no feeling or emotion. He turned the lighter on and dropped it on the first book and soon the fire spread around the bodies. He watched as the fire began to engulf his parents and the rest of the house. He turned away, ready to leave this place before it all burned down until one of the beams that held the roof fell on him and he was crushed onto the floor. The smoke given off by the fire suffocated him and he realized that this where it ends for him and his family.

     A single tear ran down his face as he passed out from loss of oxygen in the burning building that was his home.

End of chapter 1.